Trajectory of Dawn in the World of American Comics

When the next morning came, Mason crawled out of the suitcase and stood in Penguin's office stretching.

Another fulfilling evening passed.

Although he was constantly disturbed by Mrs. Catwoman who was "on vacation" in the magic apartment, last night he finally configured a new and very useful potion.

A small bottle of primary vitality potion was taken out and waved in front of his eyes.

There was no residue in the liquid filtered three times, and the drowsy young man raised his head and drank it dry, and after a few seconds, he became alive and kicking around again.

It is simply the perfect medicine for staying up all night cultivating immortals.

"Although the various alchemy potions simplified by Old K are very useful, maybe it's time for me to try the ancient secret recipes handed down from Hogwarts."

Mason ponders his plans for alchemy.

He plans to spend a week specializing in the alchemy branch. If possible, let it be upgraded to Lv2 and then produce the magic-mediated alchemy stone, which is very important for alchemy.

According to old K's notes, an alchemist who can make alchemy stones independently means that he has left the apprenticeship stage.

Then, Mason will start to complete the improvement of other branch skills while studying engineering, but these are all "work plans" at night, and Mason does not intend to give up the equally precious daytime time.

He wants to make full use of the daytime to improve those branch skills that don't need to be concealed.

And he already has a whole plan.

"Boss, here are the clothes you asked for."

After a busy night but still in good spirits, the energetic kiteman Charles walked into the office carrying two sets of clothes, a black formal suit on the left and a gray casual style on the right.

This guy who often worked odd jobs to subsidize his family in his past villain career, so he has a lot of work experience said to Mason:

"If you're going to an interview, I suggest you dress more formally, but at your age, it's not good to be too formal, so I still prefer this gray suit.

It's more casual but still formal, conservative but not rigid, it's most suitable for a handsome young man like you.

This is the advice my newly hired lobby manager gave me. "

"Okay, I won't pick anyway."

Mason took the gray semi-formal casual style suit and walked to the cubicle of Penguin's office and began to change clothes. While changing, he said to the kite man who was sitting on the sofa with his head bowed and sorting out some things:

"Did you find the lobby manager in just one day? Charles, are you really going to take over this hot potato?"

"If you don't show up, am I going to rent out this building to collect rent?"

Charles complained, then said happily:

"But the job is actually not as difficult as you think, Boss, although I used to be miserable in Gotham, I also have some contacts in this circle.

I sent a recruitment message to a friend in the "Minion Union" yesterday, and now not only have I recruited the lobby manager, but I have even interviewed the front desk, the back kitchen and the bartender.

The next step is to get some young, cute and coaxing waiters and enough security personnel, and then hire a few outdated singers and bands at a low price to reopen.

The only trouble is getting the drinks served.

Alcohol in the gray areas of Gotham is monopolized by the Falcone family mafia, which they have been doing since the days of Al Capone.

I've heard they're eyeing this bar too. "

"Wait, minion union?"

Mason, who was changing clothes, stuck his head out from the compartment and said in surprise:

"Gotham really has something that sounds outrageous?"

"This city even has a 'thug forum', and there are quite a few fans, so why can't there be a union that provides services for young men from various forces and unemployed young people who want to enter this industry?

If you look at the deteriorating economic situation in Gotham City, even Wayne Industries can't provide so many jobs for unemployed young people. "

The kite man said confidently:

"Also, how do you think the clowns, the double-faced men and the others can recruit enough young men overnight every time they get out of prison? Are they going to distribute recruitment leaflets on the street?

No, no, this is all served by the minion union!

The boss longs for a useful younger brother, and the ambitious younger brother also hopes to follow the powerful boss.

This is called 'two-way running'.

The service fee of the trade union is quite high, and the agency fee for each level of minions is different. Senior guys like me with unique skills get a thousand dollars in agency fees every time.

This is still a friendly price!

Speaking of which, boss, do you want me to register you as a member in the minions union?

They are holding an event this month. Newcomers will get a 20% discount on the membership fee when they register, and they will also get three free intermediary services, but you need a prestige nickname. "

"As expected of Gotham's characteristics, this industry has become a systematic operation, I am really convinced."

Mason made a complaint, then walked out in that well-fitting suit, and looked in front of the full-length mirror.

Because of the "employee benefits" of the previous stars, his thin body has become stronger, and his height has increased to 1.85 meters, which is quite imposing. His short black hair and slightly immature face have a kind of youthful vitality.

But the big black and white eyes and the restrained light in them gave him a sense of stability and sophistication.

"good!"

The kiteman glanced left and right behind him, and praised:

"After this package works, you can directly participate in the "Gotham Flower Boy" draft. But, boss, are you sure you want to apply there?

Even if you don't want to intervene in the operation of the bar, you can still be a hands-off owner. As far as the location and conditions of this bar are concerned, it is no exaggeration to say that if the bar is managed a little better, the two brothers will not be short of money for the rest of their lives.

You have to delve into alchemy, and you have to go to another world to explore and explore. Isn't it a waste of time to go out and show your face? "

"I told Batman that I would never get involved in these gray industries in my whole life, and that a man must do what he says.

Can no longer be blackened. "

Mason looked at himself in the full-length mirror and was quite satisfied with the new image.

He touched his eyes and felt that he needed glasses to cover his overly mature eyes. While pinning Zack Kang's Eye of Hell pin on his collar, he said to the kite man:

"Besides, I have my own plan. You don't need to interfere with my life if you manage this place well. Only when we are in Gotham can we cooperate better and hide it.

But since you have a lot of money, Boss Charles, I will rely on you to buy materials in the future. "

"Don't worry, boss."

The kiteman patted his chest and said:

"I will be your treasury from now on, if you need money, ask for it.

Of course, those magical potions. I mean, since our bar can no longer be the same as the Penguin back then, it has to be somewhat unique, right? "

"Okay, I'll take some time to study and make some cocktails."

Mason nodded in agreement, and asked casually:

"Didn't you say you wanted to snatch your son back from your ex-wife?"

"next month!"

Charles clenched his fist and said:

"When I earn enough money next month and hire the best lawyer, I will definitely take my son back and give him the best possible life. Since I may die in a distant country at any time, I don't want to miss these Only time left."

"come on!"

Mason patted his younger brother on the shoulder, picked up his suitcase and was about to leave.

The kite man said that he would send someone to take him to check the luxury cars in the garage, but Mason declined.

Just kidding, the cheapest luxury cars in Penguin's garage are all in the millions. He is applying for a job, not buying it. Why is he driving that thing?

Do you want to learn from Bruce Wayne, the playboy who swaggers around all day long and treats showing off his wealth as a boring job?

After going out and hailing a taxi, Mason came all the way to the dilapidated and sparsely populated Crime Lane even during the daytime. He got out of the car and walked into the fourth-floor clinic in front of him with his suitcase.

"Hello, I'm Mason Cooper."

He showed a gentle smile to the yawning nurse at the front desk, and said:

"I sent in my resume yesterday for the Physician Assistant position and Dr. Leslie wrote me back this morning."

The little nurse, who had been busy all night, was drowsy, but when she saw a tall, mighty, polite and handsome guy suddenly appear, she suddenly came back to her senses.

Not only warm hospitality, but also took Mason up to the second floor and sent him to Dr. Leslie's office.

The cold-faced doctor glanced at Mason, then got up and closed the office door, disappointing the little nurse waiting outside who was ready to serve tea at any time.

"Mason, is this a nasty joke?"

Standing behind the door, Dr. Leslie folded her arms and stared at the young man sitting in the chair with her green eyes that were weathered but still bright. She said:

"Although I am very grateful to you for saving me, an old woman, from the catastrophe caused by Catwoman that night, my small clinic cannot accommodate a 'bat child'."

"No, doctor, I really need a job."

Mason showed the humble smile of a candidate.

He seriously put his paper resume on the doctor's table, and said to Dr. Leslie who sat back on the chair and put on his glasses:

"Although I don't have a nursing license and haven't studied professional knowledge systematically, I wanted to be a doctor who saves lives and heals the wounded when I was in school.

Plus, you're not old at all.

It is the age when a woman is most endowed with the unique charm brought by wisdom and experience. Regarding this point, I think Director Gordon, who is always looking for reasons to run to you, must have the same feeling.

By the way, he is my guardian now.

Maybe this can give me extra points in the interview? "

"Your opening statement sucks!"

The cold-faced doctor curled his lips and said:

"If you hadn't saved me, I would have kicked you out when you mentioned Gordon. What does the 'alchemist' in this professional skill on this resume mean?

I'm a serious clinic here, Mason!

It's not those ghostly retreats. "

"You can understand it as an ancient remedy, and I've brought a sample."

Mason took out three test tubes of liquids of different colors from the suitcase and placed them in front of the frowning doctor. He introduced:

"From left to right are the three potions of healing, vitality and paralysis. Don't show such a dismissive expression, Dr. Leslie, Gordon has seen their effects with his own eyes.

In addition, regarding first aid, if you have any doubts about my skills, I can demonstrate to you the hemostatic bandaging skills that I have practiced for a long time.

Do you have a patient here that needs dressing? "

"If I didn't know your identity, I should drive you out now, you young magic stick!"

The cold-faced doctor thought for a while, then gave Mason a ring to instruct him to follow, took the bottle of blue vitality potion from his hand, and handed it to the little nurse who was dozing off at the door when he opened the door.

"Wendy, this is a new medicine that can effectively relieve fatigue, would you like to try it?"

The doctor said to the little nurse:

"You've been working overtime for two days straight, and I know you need money to help your sister with her studies, but you do need a break, kid."

"I am willing, if I can get an extra drug test fee."

The little nurse grinned sleepily, took the test tube from Dr. Leslie's hand, first sniffed it and found that there was a faint orange smell in it, then drank it with a sigh of relief.

At the same time, Dr. Leslie took out his stethoscope and began to monitor his staff's heart rate changes. Ten seconds later, the vitality potion diluted by Mason had a miraculous effect.

The little nurse who was very sleepy blinked her eyes, feeling that her fatigue was released all of a sudden, and her whole body became more energetic.

But instead of being very happy, she looked at the test paper in her hand with a look of fear, and asked cautiously:

"Doctor, is this stuff really stimulant-free? You know I hate that stuff."

"Pure natural extract, as long as you don't drink it as coffee, it is absolutely safe and harmless."

Mason explained with a smile, and then urged:

"If you feel any discomfort in the next half hour, you must tell me in time."

Looking at Mason's handsome and sunny face, the little nurse's heart was beating wildly, and she whispered:

"Well, I feel my heart beating faster, and my cheeks are a little hot."

"You really should find a boyfriend, Wendy."

Dr. Leslie retracted the stethoscope and gave Mason a strange look. She said to the little nurse:

"Go to work. The drug test fee will be paid out of your special allowance this month. Mason, put away your charming smile and stop harassing my employees.

follow me. "

The doctor strode forward, Mason said goodbye to the little nurse very politely, and followed the doctor to the mild observation ward, where a nurse happened to be changing the dressing of a homeless man who had suffered minor burns.

Dr. Leslie winked.

The young man took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, put on medical gloves, and took over the work of the nurse. Then, under the surprised gazes of the doctors and nurses, he quickly and professionally completed a dressing.

His skillful movements and perfect details made the nurses around Dr. Leslie feel like "I'm real".

By the way, I have a certain sense of crisis about my career.

"Successfully completed an outstanding craft - quick dressing of minor injuries, first aid skills proficiency X10 increase."

When the prompt appeared, Mason showed a gentle smile to the patient before getting up, taking off the medical gloves and looking at Dr. Leslie.

The cold-faced doctor turned and left blankly, and Mason followed him back to the office.

She opened the drawer and took out a document and threw it to Mason, folded her arms and said:

"Come to work tomorrow"

"Now you can."

While filling out his personal information, Mason said to the doctor:

"I even brought my own nurse uniform."

"Very well, but let me tell you in advance, Mason, that my clinic is a nonprofit."

Dr. Leslie pushed up his glasses and said:

"This means that the salary you can get here is not stable, and there is a risk of unemployment at any time. Also because it is a public welfare organization, your workload will be more than in general treatment institutions. Don't complain to me about being tired from work, or Do not ask for leave casually.

Your bandaging skills are some of the best I've ever seen, but maybe you can go on to learn more about professional suturing, wound cleaning, and simple surgery in this area.

You also have to get a nursing license as soon as possible.

A license to practice medicine is also required, if available.

But the advantage of working here is that there is a staff canteen and dormitory, which can solve the problem of food and accommodation at that time.”

"Just close your eyes and talk nonsense."

The young man complained in his heart.

With the secret support of a world-class rich man like Bruce Wayne, your clinic will definitely be fully funded even on the day Gotham is destroyed.

He had never seen any emergency room in a charity clinic with cutting-edge equipment that big hospitals didn't necessarily have.

"Oh, do you have a canteen here?"

Mason looked up, thinking of the culinary branch he hadn't started yet, and smiled at Dr. Leslie as a job seeker, saying:

"My cooking skills are actually good, so maybe I can work as a part-time chef? I don't come to work for money, doctor, I just don't want to waste my time, and I also want to contribute to this city by the way.

Do you and your staff need to sample dishes on site?

It's three hours before lunch and I'm totally up for the challenge."

"bang bang bang"

An anxious knock on the door sounded at this moment, and the little nurse Wendy just opened the door and said with a serious face:

"Dr. Leslie, there was a shootout three blocks away, and six patients were brought in with gunshot wounds, one in need of first aid and the others with trauma."

"Mason, put on your nurse uniform."

Ms. Leslie pushed up her glasses and said to the young man:

"Go to stop the bleeding and bandage the trauma patient, Wendy will assist you. This is your entry test, young man, let me see your strength."